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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
12 year old Mark finds himself surrounded by a world be hates... His father hates him, he doesn't understand anything. He hears crying one day, from a building high up on the hill...

Submitted: March 04, 2015

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12th November 2222
Father lied to me. I never thought that he would. He doesn’t know that I found out. He’ll kill me if I told him. I thought I knew what mankind was, but it’s different. There are more of us, he said they were called females or bitches (as Tony referred to them). But I’ve never seen a female, I don’t know what they are. He said they were kept in a very secret place, where nobody should go. He said that only humans over the age of 16 should know, but I’m 12.
My mother was in there, I was told. She was a female.  I never knew I had a mother, I never knew what a mother was until then…
Nobody I know has a mother, not Frank, Paul or George. I’ve never seen a mother. Uncle Tony told me I’d understand when I’m older, but I understand now. I want to know more, but he said he can’t tell me more. Tomorrow I will look for her, in a place where no one goes.
13th November 2222
The bleak atmosphere kissed my pale cheeks as I wandered cautiously up to the building. I thought she’d be in there, in a place where no one goes. Father told me never to go near the building. My feet were aching as I battled up the steep hill full of dead grass and nothingness. My weight was making tracks in the mud behind me, and my eyes glanced up to the grey sky, covered by patches of black cloud. It was always like this, sometimes I couldn’t even tell the difference between the ground and the sky! The building suddenly came into focus, my eyes couldn’t shut. My heart leapt into my mouth. It was suffocating me with its size. The truth was I was terrified, terrified of the unknown.
The building was brown, and made with heavy rock, the tall windows were twice the height of me. The metal door was rusty and looked like it hadn’t been opened for years. I stroked the door lightly, it was rough like gravel. Could she be in there? I could smell cigar smoke from inside the buildings, but could hear nothing. The smoke wafted out of a small hole at the bottom of the building. I thought of turning back home, even if mother was in there, I didn’t know what she looked like and she probably didn’t know what I looked like.
I crouched down carefully, locking my eyes into the shallow hole, trying to look for where the smoke was coming from. Nothing.
I whacked my eyelid on the brick over my head as a high pitched noise filled my ears, at first it sounded like a kitten meowing, but then I soon realised it was human.
A human crying.
A baby.
Babies.


I leapt up from my spot on the earth and pressed my ice cold ear to the thick concrete wall.
“Shove it over there with the others,” a deep gruff voice sounded. (The first voice I’d heard in what seemed like years.)
“Got ’em all?” another asked.
“Yeah mate, c’mon, let’s do the rest” the first replied. Large, heavy steps came close to where I was standing, and I held my lungs from relief until it moved.
“Stupid bitches!” the second growled, sounding irritated. I heard a muffled crash; it was quiet from the outside. One of them grumbled again.
I slapped my hand over my mouth, trying not to make a noise.
“You imbecile!” the first cursed at his friend. I covered my ears with my even colder hands, waiting for them to stop, so I could go home.
What would father say if he knew I was here?


14th November 2222
“You’re late!” father said disappointed, that was the way he was.
“I know,” I looked away from his glare. He looked at the state of me, up and down.
“What the hell is this brown muck up your shirt?” his sharp fingers jabbed at the scarlet stain on my shirt.
“Where the hell were you anyway?” his dark eyes looked angry.
“I…I,” I stammered, “I was just out,”
“Out?” he questioned.
“Out walking,”
“Walking?” Father looked displeased, “You hate walking…”
“I know father,” I said.
“Then why the hell were you walki…”he ranted.
“I know the truth,” I replied bluntly, “Uncle Tony told me about mother,”
“Shut up Mark!” his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, “Your Mother was nothing, they are nothing in this world!”
“Oh,” I took a step away from his hot breath.
“Who gave Tony the right to tell you anyway?” He cursed under his breath, “I was going to be the one to tell you, not him!”
“Father…” I tried to speak, he roared away angry at himself and his brother, “Please Father, I just wanted to know,”
“Mark, we are what matters in this world,” he pulled me forward, “You know why?”
I shook my head regretfully.
“We’re men,” he sighed. “We’re the most powerful thing on this planet, and your mother wasn’t a man,” his voice quietened down to almost a whisper.
“I know,” I said, “She was a female,” He put his finger to his dry lips.


“I have another question,” I smiled at him.
“Go ahead son,” he breathed like he was trying to control his nasty temper.
“Well today I kinda went to the building and…” I started my story.
“Stop!” Father held his hand up, “I can’t do this,”
“Why?” I said, “You know what they keep in there, don’t you?”
Father’s eyes widened.
“Don’t you ever, and I said ever go near or speak to me about that stupid building again!” Father screamed in my ear, “Things go on in there Mark, things you don’t wanna know about,”
“I’ll find out father,” I argued, “If you won’t tell me someone will,”
“Get yourself up to your bed!” he shrieked, “It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I’ve stayed up waiting for you to appear!” I kept my shirt close to my grasp, like a parent would with their child.


Tears spilled down my face as I raced upstairs in terror. I jumped on my bed, with the blankets over my cold body. My tear stained cheeks grew red with warmth from the blazing fire in the corner. The inside of the fireplace looked rough and ripped, like my old t-shirt father ripped up in a rage. The rough bits burnt a deep black, it was hanging from the top.


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